After Zhang Xuan returned home, he had dinner with his parents.
Father Zhang asked him how his trip was.
Zhang Xuan nodded frantically.
"The harvest is very bountiful, and my luck is extremely high."
"That's good."
Father and Mother Zhang looked at their son. He was getting better and better. The older he was, the more gratified they were.
"Son, eat slowly. The dry food doesn't taste good, right?"
"Yes, yes, haha. Mom's cooking is still the most fragrant! I won't get tired of eating it."
"You only know how to make your mother happy."
Zhang Xuan smiled and finished the rice in his bowl.
Then, he went to the bathroom and took a good bath.
After so many days of hard work, he felt very tired.
As soon as his head touched the pillow, the fatigue surged into his heart, and Zhang Xuan fell asleep very quickly.
The next morning, he woke up naturally.
